No, that won't be necessary. [Ravus says hastily. He already has one person more than he wants witnessing this debacle. More would be infinitely worse. Prompto's gesture suggests they might be lurking waiting inside, so he's definitely not going in.]
Bring a pen and parchment, I'll compose a letter of complaint. [He gestures to Estoc, who huffs about 'old timey nonsense writing tools', but flutters away to fetch some. The Lucians might use their little phone-devices, but the House of Fleuret had always taken to more traditional means of communication. Prompto would know, having received a handwritten letter from Lunafreya.]
What is back there? [Ravus asked, turning back to Prompto, who must be distracted before he summons his friends. He gestures to the direction the young man had emerged from.]
no subject
lurkingwaiting inside, so he's definitely not going in.]Bring a pen and parchment, I'll compose a letter of complaint. [He gestures to Estoc, who huffs about 'old timey nonsense writing tools', but flutters away to fetch some. The Lucians might use their little phone-devices, but the House of Fleuret had always taken to more traditional means of communication.
Prompto would know, having received a handwritten letter from Lunafreya.]What is back there? [Ravus asked, turning back to Prompto, who must be distracted before he summons his friends. He gestures to the direction the young man had emerged from.]